Rubbing the sleepiness out of her eyes, Lizbeth sat up in her bed. She found Drew sleeping in the corner.
Obviously, her handsome guardian watched over her, ready to wake her if she displayed any signs of a nightmare.
He protected her so. What else could she expect from a man who held his dying father in his arms? Then, three years repeated the scene with his mother.
Left with no family, Drew would never let anything happen to her. He could never bear that pain, again.
She stood to awaken him, then, hesitated. How could she miss someone even when they were in the same room? What a hopeless romantic.
Tapping her finger over her pouty lips, she wanted to do something special to make him happy. Glancing at the dresser the perfect idea came to her.
Lizbeth tossed a pillow on the floor. Grabbed a bottle of foot massage oil from the dresser and placed it next to him. Taking the ear buds out of his ears, she grabbed his phone.
No need to inspect it. She already knew the song he played.
Lying on the floor, she rested her head on the pillow. Moving ever so carefully, she parked her bare feet in his lap.
He will be pleasantly surprised when he awakens.
Inserting the plugs into her ears, she hit play. The soft instrumentals soothed her. She eased her hand into the thick white bathrobe to stroke her flat belly.
There were so many things she wanted to give this man who changed her life. He taught her to give without taking. He taught her to treasure every moment.
He reminded her of the importance of family.
What will he think when he hears the family of two will soon be three?
Her brown eyes moistened. What better gift to bestow on this loving man?
A lone tear drop streaked down the side of the face until it wet her ear. She closed her eyes to focus on the music.
The lyrics whispered, “You’re beautiful…”
Yes, she felt beautiful. Drew taught her to feel that way. He kissed every unsightly birthmark, her small perky breasts, even the extra five pounds she recently added. The adorable ape adored her every flaw.
Strong hands grabbed her feet.
Lizbeth sighed. Life couldn’t be better.
“You’re beautiful. It’s true…”